In my nearly euphoric state of joy in seeing this thread premise, I barely am able to control my extremeties with the neccesary motor skills required in typing a response. Yet, somehow, I find a way.
Obviously, I felt compelled to examine which of the Star Trek theatrical releases fit the criteria.
The Motion Picture? Nope
The Wrath of Khan? Better, but still no.
The Search for Spock? This looks like one! It qualifies! Well…, I think it does… :dubious:
The Voyage Home? Maybe, but it’s misleading.
The Final Frontier? Um, I’m sorry.
The Undiscovered Country? If you know the Hamlet quote, very little bit kinda, in a metaphorical way, ya know?
Generations? Negatory.
First Contact? Needs fleshing out to qualify.
Insurrection? Alas! no, lass.
Nemesis? Did any part of this movie fit? Very maybe, if you stretch it.
I think in order to keep this from being pointless, the title should not only describe the subject of the movie (ET, Gandhi, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Titanic) but should also give some indication of the plot of the movie (Snakes on a Plane, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, Around the World in Eighty Days, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes).
Okay… how about this?
Star Wars: The Phantom Menace
Star Wars: Attack of the Clones
Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith
Star Wars: A New Hope
Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back
Star Wars: Return of the Jedi
The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders, Etc. Who was born in Newgate, and during a life of continu’d Variety for Threescore Years, besides her Childhood, was Twelve Year a Whore, five times a Wife (whereof once to her own brother), Twelve Year a Thief, Eight Year a Transported Felon in Virginia, at last grew Rich, liv’d Honest and died a Penitent. Written from her own Memorandums.
Star Trek does not count. Not even close. Compare and contrast:
“I went to see a movie last night.”
“What was it about?”
“Snakes on a plane.”
“Cool, I’d go see that.”
“I went to see a movie last night.”
“What was it about?”
“Star trek.”
“What the heck does that mean? I asked you what it was about.”
“Sorry, it was about a bunch of people on a space ship.”
“Okay. Why didn’t you just say so?”
Now you try at home.
Santa Claus Conquers the Martians? Works.
ET? Doesn’t work.
Saving Private Ryan? Works.
Prick Up Your Ears? Doesn’t work.
Snakes on a Plane definitely wasn’t the first. But only a couple of the titles mentioned in this thread can compete with “Snakes on a Plane” for in terms of silliness and incongruity.
Moderator interjects, somewhat belatedly: lissener, your post #41 is inappropriate. Telling someone else to “get a sense of humor” or “stalk elsewhere” is insulting the other poster on a personal basis, and thus not permitted here. You’d be jumping up and down, screaming bloody murder if that was said to you. Cool it.
I reacted with a level head and well within my understanding of CS rules. I can assure you without reservation or equivocation that I would, by no stretch of anyone’s imagination, have been “screaming bloody murder” if someone had pointed out that I had not gotten a joke by telling me to “get a sense of humor,” or had accused me of stalking them. It’s bad enough I have to pay the price for my real behavior; it’s much worse that I now have to pay the price for behavior that you mistakenly imagine I “would” do in a hypothetical situation. (I am not an administrator so this is a plea, not a demand, but please do me a favor and admonish me only for my actual behavior, and not for imaginary, hypothetical behavior.)
I made a lame joke about the literalness of a punny title. Nothing kills a joke like explaining it, but my thought process was something like, “If Prick Up Your [R]ears was a title along the lines of Snakes on a Plane, that would be pretty funny.” Whatever Otto’s motivation for singling out one lame post among a threadful of lame posts to try to make me feel like an idiot, it’s not the first time he’s singled me out for such an honor. If mentioning that is verboten, then news to me but noted.
Again, next time I make a lame joke and someone decides to make an issue out of it, I’ll toss in a “whoosh” and move on. I apologize to everyone for stretching out Otto’s hijack, and will refrain from further doing so.